[Intro: Coni Miiura]
You already know what’s up man, it’s Deth Coni
We tunin' in with graveem1nd, let’s get to it
[Chorus: midwxst]
You gon' see my name a lot, 'cause, bitch, you know I came to stay
Niggas prayin' I don't win, I’ll wipe that smile off they face
When they shoot him, they won’t find him, bro, my shooters leave no trace
Niggas cannot be original, I swear they copy-pasted
[Verse 1: midwxst]
Know you can't face it
These niggas be basic
Stars, you know I'm chasin'
Choppa gon' erase him
Fuck it, we gon' raise Hell
Clients, I got clientele
Can't catch me, boy, I know you fail
In the night, it's finna sail
I could never snitch, no, I could never tell, yeah
Only knock some sense, know I could never fail, yeah
We gon' hit him hard, we hit ‘em with the shells
We don't leave a witness, kill everybody else
We get it swingin’, get the shooter
Hit that lick, we lootin'
Smokin' gas, pollutin'
In that coupe, we cruisin'
"OMG, is that midwxst?"
She want me to sign her breast
Choppa give that boy a gift
I'm so icy in the stretch
And you know I'm finna play
Niggas thought I won’t be with my squad (No, bitch)
I can't let them down, know this is my job
And I gotta buckle down, got it on lock
You already know what’s up man, it’s Deth Coni
We tunin' in with graveem1nd, let’s get to it
[Chorus: midwxst]
You gon' see my name a lot, 'cause, bitch, you know I came to stay
Niggas prayin' I don't win, I’ll wipe that smile off they face
When they shoot him, they won’t find him, bro, my shooters leave no trace
Niggas cannot be original, I swear they copy-pasted
[Verse 1: midwxst]
Know you can't face it
These niggas be basic
Stars, you know I'm chasin'
Choppa gon' erase him
Fuck it, we gon' raise Hell
Clients, I got clientele
Can't catch me, boy, I know you fail
In the night, it's finna sail
I could never snitch, no, I could never tell, yeah
Only knock some sense, know I could never fail, yeah
We gon' hit him hard, we hit ‘em with the shells
We don't leave a witness, kill everybody else
We get it swingin’, get the shooter
Hit that lick, we lootin'
Smokin' gas, pollutin'
In that coupe, we cruisin'
"OMG, is that midwxst?"
She want me to sign her breast
Choppa give that boy a gift
I'm so icy in the stretch
And you know I'm finna play
Niggas thought I won’t be with my squad (No, bitch)
I can't let them down, know this is my job
And I gotta buckle down, got it on lock
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